I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

looked like. She said nothing, but she felt as if

cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her. She felt

had a crush on a boy, only for her crush to find out

feelings and reject her.

as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not

though Isabella was tough, she still couldn’t

If she told him she had said

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like an excuse. No

Seth.

and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t

herself to calm down. You have

herself, Isabella slowly got up from

rear-view mirror

woman would kill to be the wife of

frowned, something stirring

he had witnessed in the afternoon and confirmed

Isabella wanted to be Mrs. Shaffer, not

the president’s wife.

side for five years and tended

left you.

it would be hard for me not to fall for you.” Isabella tried to

praised Seth to

swirled around in the driver’s seat. Some light passed through it,

didn’t appear relaxed. Isabella tried to guess what he was thinking,

was the back of his head. She

Sometimes my mind snaps

her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going

why are you

was fake, but the last part was true. Maybe she had

it, so it sounded genuine. Seth was

she said the last part of that sentence, he

in

hold you back because